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Two Worlds, One Childhood

Looking back, growing up around Seoul between 1993 and 2000 feels less like a clear timeline and more like disconnected scenes from a Wong Kar Wai film – not quite Chungking Express's dreamy melancholy, but certainly hazy, like a half-remembered dream. Take 1998. I was six. Our neighbourhood sidewalk,

How It Began-Simmering My Rage

Story time. Back in 2023, I was in a phase. I used to shave my head bi-weekly with a Wahl shaver I bought from London Drugs, wear the same Gildan t-shirts and Muji cargo pants practically every day (I owned maybe 20 articles of clothing, max), and eat the exact

How my life changed when I met her

Let me be clear from the start: this isn't the fairy tale story some might expect. That’s partly because of who I am – admittedly stubborn and perhaps a little hard-headed. I should also explain that while I was born in South Korea, my family emigrated to Vancouver